Luckily, not many of his clanmates had been injured lately. .. Probably because the ones most prone to injury, besides Izuku himself, had all disappeared and boy if that wasn't stressful. He'd rather be dealing with injured clanmates than missing clanmates. At the least, though, that meant his herb stock right now was pretty good, with some help, of course.
It's Cry's calls that alert Izuku, first. The Frosthealer's ears prick, stomach turning with concern. The concern only increases once he realizes what smell that is. Ah. Somebody's hurt. Could he deal with whatever happened? .. Just so long as it isn't too strange or out of his depth it should be fine. The Maine Coon breaks into some sort of speed walk, though even this, with his injured paw only very lightly touching the ground with each step, not even any weight on it, causes hot flashes of pain. It doesn't take long to find them, what with the territory being so .. colorless, he supposes.
"O -- okay, what happened," It's not really a question, not even a demand. It's just .. there. Mostly to keep Izuku from panicking. His paws shake just the slightest, but he keeps his cool, taking a deep breath as he circles around to observe the damage. There was .. an awfully nasty burn. A really, really bad one. Melted skin, that would be really bad to deal with. Were they conscious? Izuku thinks so, but he can't be sure. ".. Are you awake?" Izuku decides to ask the collapsed. Any response would be good with him, even if it wasn't coherent. In the meantime, though, Izuku sets about gathering his supplies. As in hurriedly conjuring his supplies and then sending away the stuff he didn't mean to summon. Exhausting. He, uh -- he's not quite sure how to deal with this, but Izuku will do his best anyways. He knew burns pretty well, anyways. I mean, he had to deal with his a few times a day, that was at least practice for whatever this was.
//hihi pls elaborate on the injuries aaa ahdfjadsf

ATBASH CIPHER

i should've said what i hear
i should have let myself fear

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

All of the people addressing him was a little overwhelming. Even if it's just Atbash mostly right now. Izuku was pretty overwhelmed in general, though. Like .. this was a little out of his depth. Izuku could deal with burns, but the melted skin was a little much. What did he .. do ... about that. Did he ... cut the skin off. Gruesome. But no. No, Izuku wasn't going to do that here. Uh -- first aid first. He'd .. bandage it, they'd drag the stranger home, and then Izuku could treat it more thoroughly. Without people watching like this was some kind of neat horror show.
Izuku doesn't respond to Atbash's question, giving a little motion with his wing to try and communicate that he heard. He'd .. ask, once he did need something.
"P -- Please don't move," Izuku begs softly. It must hurt. Um .. he'd do something for pain later. Dock, poppy seeds? Right now he just .. right. Right. Um. Um. He has a few things he can do for the burns, but he's not .. sure. The gash is easier. Izuku knows how to treat gashes. It might need stitches? He .. should probably put that off, too. It's not .. bleeding. The stranger seems panicked enough already right now. Aizawa's voice is at least a comfort. The Maine Coon looks up at the lion and listens to the apparent instructions, and nods a few times. That was at least .. helpful. Izuku is still shaking and unsure, because god this is all on him to fix. He was always the hero, never the healer, it was still taking adjustment. With the encouragement done, Izuku swallows hard to moves to reassure the other. "You're -- You're in Snowbound, our territory. You're hurt, I just - I'm trying to treat you, please," Izuku's voice is soft, though still, yeah, shaky, what'd you expect. He might as well be borderline begging for the other to just listen. They weren't coherent enough for him to have big worries about whatever protests they may put up. .. Except for the armor. Izuku wasn't sure how to get that off. There were probably burns under there, too, and it was probably scraping against said burns. He couldn't just ... "That's good, it's okay. Um -- would you be willing to take off your .. armor?" .. Not at this moment. Right now Izuku wants to deal with what he can see because he's not sure he can deal with  seeing more of the damage because then he'll cry. Just burst straight into tears. Izuku takes a shaky breath. Right. Right. Uh -- he has some marigold already made up, but witch hazel was good for burns and cleaning out wounds. He had some of that, too. Another jelly-like thingy 'cause he couldn't make it into the liquid stuff. It's for Izuku's own burns. His only comfort in these trying times. The fact Izuku has far too many things put together for burns 'cause he wanted to test them out on himself first. Izuku rustles around in his bag to pull out a few of his little .. container .. things. He doesn't .. know what they're called. But he has stuff haphazardly stuffed in for emergency medical stuff. Once he takes his pick, just a few 'cause they might clash, he doesn't know, he begins to shuffle closer, awkwardly. He's .. not sure how they'll take this. ".. Can I? I can .. explain the process, if you .. " Izuku doesn't know how to talk to injured people oh god. He hasn't interacted with people this out of it. This was a mess.

Oh, dear, this was quite the case. The smell of blood and burnt flesh was one that made him gag, almost as prone to vomiting as this poor crazed fellow here. He seemed so attached to his armor, pardon the unfortunate pun, the poor thing. The gods were not kind to some of the people that joined here. For every joining similar to his, where everyone was nice and friendly, there was a mouse freezing to death and some poor lad vomiting up nothing but bile and bleeding everywhere. The raven flapped over, landing haphazardly besides the Aizawa fellow he barely knew, taking a couple of steps forward, doing his best not to obstruct the medical procedure. He only half noticed the other raven, more embroiled in the event as a whole. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, doing his best to assist in this clearly stressful time. He knew his limits, but he also knew that just sitting around and doing nothing was an affront to society and to do so was ridiculous, so he had to at least ask, even if he knew the answer was likely going to be "nothing except letting the professionals do their job in peace." Honestly, the raven hadn't had much experience with medicine, but he knew enough to know that it was a serious business, and a business he wasn't going to attempt to breach. Didn't have enough time to try. The raven sat there after he had nervously squawked out his question, almost looking as nervous as he sounded despite his clear lack of expression.

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